Mourning

Bruce had taken a mission at headquarters before he traveled back to South City. The mission, like most had been reported by a local Contractor family who rushed up to a rift scene to take care of a demon.

Upon arrival, the Contractors found out to their shock that the demon had hidden and was nowhere to be found, eye witnesses stated that the demon had quickly rushed into the stable and disappeared, and because of the location of the rift appearance, its level was unknown.

"Why did I choose a mission like this? It's so inconvenient."

Bruce groaned, cautiously stepping deeper into the dimly lit stable, the air thick with the pungent scent of hay and waste, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that crept up his spine. Something wasn't right.

Slowly, his eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, searching for any sign of movement, but everything appeared eerily still.